We’ve got animals galore here at the farm. There are those that are our pets, and those that are volunteer farm critters like deer, jack rabbits, and birds. And whether you are a pet or a volunteer at the farm, we try to keep you happy. (I’m convinced that the animals are spreading the word that our little farm is the best place to hang out – there’s good grub, fresh water, and the people love you!)
One of our favorite volunteers is the hummingbird. And it’s suffice to say that over the last couple of years we have become a hummingbird destination, think Club Med for those little guys. They start arriving in late March and hang with us all the way into October.
We go through bags and bags of sugar as we make hummingbird nectar, or as Cowboy calls it “hummer juice,” by the gallon. Sometimes those little buggers will go through eight cups a day. And you know how small a hummingbird is, right?
We’ve learned that dawn and dusk are their favorite times to flock to the feeders, and since we love a good show, we’ve hung the feeders in front of our living room windows. It’s relaxing to just sit on the sofa with a glass of tea and watch the myriad of hummingbirds come and go. We’ve got all kinds – some are green, some have purple necks, and some have red necks. Some are rounder and a little frazzled, and since I identify with that description myself, those little guys are my favorites.
But if you’ve been following my posts, you know that we have cats galore as well, some might even say a cat-splosion has occurred at the farm. And because I am a neurotic pet owner, I have a fair amount of them inside, for example Shadow and her three boys (Chip, Grizzly, and Bear). When Cowboy and I put the hummingbird feeders up, it was primarily for our enjoyment, but what we failed to realize is that we essentially created the farm TV network for cats.
So every evening you can see the cats gather in the window, chirp and coo, stalk and perch as they watch the hummingbirds. Sometimes it’s like they are watching a well coordinated tennis match as heads bob to and fro. And the occasional sassy hummingbird will hover just outside the window at eye level with their cat audience as if to say, “Look at me. Aren’t I adorable? Wouldn’t I make the most delicious snack?”
So maybe that means we created the Food Network for cats?